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ReVerse Butcher is a multi-disciplinary artist with focuses in making unique artist’s books, collages, visual art, writing & performance. She will use any medium necessary to engage and subvert reality until it is less dull and oppressive. When she grows up she wants to be a well-read recluse. She currently lives in Melbourne, Australia.
When did poetry first find you and what was your reaction?
Poetry found me in my teens. It found me via music, theatre, and public libraries.
I had an early love for it.
When did you first begin expressing yourself with poetry
and how did it affect your life?
I started writing in my teens, which lead to attending local poetry readings. The way it most affected my life was finding a network of new things to read, listen to, go seek out.
It also put me in a strange position where the majority of my social group were, at minimum, 10 years older than me. I had clocked poetry as an excellent medium for disruption, because it was, at that time, largely unmediated. It seemed like the closest thing I could find to one of Hakim Bey’s “Temporary Autonomous Zones”. Nobody was watching, which meant anything could happen. So it also affected my early life in that it gave me a great playground to start experimenting & creating weird art.
I read in a previous interview that you used to sneak into open mic poetry nights at bars before you were of legal age. Can you tell us about some of your experiences around that time?
I started going to poetry readings when I was 17, so just before my 18th birthday. Some of them were in bars in afternoon sessions, a few in cafes later at night. I lived in a slightly isolated place at that time – so getting to and from some of these events was harder than gaining access! I wasn’t interested at all in drinking, so – as long as I didn’t approach the bar, or drink anything, I didn’t run into any trouble, and didn’t cause anyone any trouble.
I just wanted to listen, and perform.
Then you embarked upon your first international tour when you were 25 –
what was that like?
I wrote extensive journals during that period of my life. I have since burned the journals.
It was a thrilling & very isolating period of time. I learned a lot about misogyny first hand. But, as to specifics… what happens on the road, stays on the road.
You work in a variety of mediums and enjoy collaboration:
what is it that drives you toward experimentation in this way?
Language is magical, it builds every aspect of our identities, world(s), control systems, relationships, power(s), as well as all the ways that we qualify and quantify how we know anything. Writing is slippery, it’s not native or static to any one form(at). My goal in my creative life is to break language. I want to see what happens to power, and consciousness, and the status quo when we shatter language. What would different methodologies for building literally everything look like? What could we achieve, or feel, or learn, or share if we had access to something like that? This is why I will use any medium necessary to subvert reality until it is less dull and oppressive.
If you could collaborate with any person, living or dead, who would it be, why, and what would you do?
Your heroes will disappoint you every time. It’s a rule in life. Don’t have heroes, follow the lines of inquiry. But I’m collaborating with some pretty dreamboat people right about now! My partner in art and life Kylie Supski is my #1 favourite collaborator (so aren’t I lucky?). I’ve also got a pretty great line-up of regular collaborators at the moment, including Josh Pollock, Chris Wenn, COLLAGE (a multimedia group in Melbourne feat. Roger Alsop, Yoram Symons, Sophie Rose & others). I’m working on a collaborative accordion style artist’s book with James Knight at the moment called Discordion. Basically, if we are both on a similar line of inquiry (or ones that intersect in an interesting way), you are quite possibly that person. Get in touch.
How would you describe your art?
A multi-modal, highly-focused, very-meticulous, total mess.
How would you describe your process?
An attempt to silence a barrel full of bees,
drunk, with a hammer, under water
How would you describe yourself?
What,today? Or yesterday? Future-ReV? Alternate reality ReV? ReV as she is to me?
To Her? Or to you? Different every time.
Would you say you are more structured or free-form in your creative process?
I create complex structure(s) to provide adequate containers for free-formed work.
Do you like your creative space cluttered or tidy? Do you work with quiet or music?
I like it organised. I don’t know if my definition matches either ‘cluttered’ or ‘tidy’.
It depends on the project, or what I need to make it. My computer files are meticulous, but I superglued my fingers to a desk last week, and I currently can’t get paint out of my purple wig. Make sense? Music always.
How would you describe your relationship with words, with language?
How would you describe your relationship with sound, with music?
Nebulous. What even qualifies as music? Is it a language too? Can I disrupt it? Can I paint it? Does it want me to? Yes.
How would you describe your relationship with image, with art?
Bold. Exciting. A brave & irreverent new voice raging against a culture of vapid mass-production. Multi-layered.
Is there a spiritual or mystical yearning in your work?
To what extent does a sense of place affect your creativity?
I’ve learned that my best art is done in a place where I feel safe. That being said, I don’t really leave my house unless there is a very compelling reason.
Is there any specific connection or thread that runs between your works?
Disruption. Experimentation. A sense of playfulness. A sense of rebellion.
An invitation to join in or start your own.
I hope, a sense of joy. If not a sense of joy,
at least a touch of tough love.
How would you describe the art scene and culture in Melbourne to someone who has never been there?
Please don’t make me.
I have to live here right now.
I understand you’re working on a multimedia project called
“The Illuminated Manuscripts?”
Yes. It’s a giant spatial poem. Think an illuminated manuscript gone feral in Virtual Reality backed by a badass rock band. Think burning books that never ash. Think living bookworlds that are 40 feet above you, and 40 feet below you and you’re floating in space. Think a writhing glitterpoem the size of a football field. Live and recorded poets doing original works, breaking language, re-contextualising meaning, unwriting books, and remixing & collaging texts.
I’m starting to livestream the creative process of making all this on Twitch from
March 2019 (https://www.twitch.tv/reversebutcher).
Tune in if you’re into it.
What else are you working on in the moment?
1. An experimental multimedia production of John Cage’s “Lecture on Nothing“.
2. COLLAGE happens LAST SUNDAY of the month at The Burrow in
Melbourne, until at least March.
3. An ongoing performance poetry/experimental music project with Chris Wenn.
4. ‘Pinhole Theory’, a collaborative collage chapbook with Kylie Supski.
5. ‘Mad Boy’ is my next solo long-form collage book, which scissors up
Gustav Flaubert’s ‘Madame Bovary’
& Louise Colet’s ‘Lui: View of Him’.
Poets have been talking shit about each other since time began, but these two stand in for a very formidable oppressive patriarchal dynamic I’d like to attend to.
6. I’m working on live-streaming more of both the making and the performance of my analogue and digital art adventures so that I can engage with a diverse & international range of creative communities.
You’ll be able to see & support developments on ALL of these projects online.
Come check me out here: (https://www.twitch.tv/reversebutcher)
or come find me on twitter www.twitter.com/x_rVb_x
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In June 1966, Reginald Calvert, manager of The Fortunes, Pinkerton’s Assorted Colours, Screaming Lord Sutch, and owner of pirate radio station Radio City, agreed to go into partnership with another pirate station, Radio Free Hookland. When Oliver Smedley, owner of Radio Atlanta, telephoned Calvert to tell him of some interest in a partnership deal, Calvert explained he was entering into a partnership with Radio Free Hookland instead. Smedley shouted abuse down the telephone and decided to take over Radio City with a boarding party in the middle of the night, on the pretext that Calvert owed him £10,000 for an old, useless and broken transmitter from Texas. Smedley’s hired a group of riggers, who boarded Radio City on 20th June and put the station’s working transmitter out of action. News from Radio City was that the boarders were armed and would destroy all the equipment if Calvert or anyone else tried to evict them. Calvert went to the police to ask for their support, but they refused as it was “outside their legal jurisdiction”. They suggested he should sort it out with Smedley. Calvert tried repeatedly to do so but Smedley was never available. After some advice from Radio Free Hookland DJ Morris “Mojo” Johnson, Calvert decided to “let it go,” and before long Smedley ran out of money to keep the riggers on and they left, leaving Radio City largely intact.
Radio City and Radio Free Hookland continued to thrive up to and beyond the BBC’s legalisation of independent radio in 1973, finally falling foul to Margaret Thatcher in 1979 (which was but the tip of the Titanic for Hookland).
For David, with much love and appreciation from the people of Hookland.
Radio Free Hookland:
Mojo’s Graveyard Shift – broadcast Thursday 23rd November 1972
Original Content Tracklist
1. Mojo – The Ephemeral Man
2. 10:04 – 13:18 Sister Christina – Julianne Regan
3. 14:08 – 14:40 Lost Soul Inn (advert) – Chris Wood
4. 14:41 – 14:43 You’re Listening to Hookland Free Radio ident – Dale Whinham
5. 24:59 – 25:59 Hail to the Queen of Owls – Maria Strutz + The Ephemeral Man
6. 28:25 – 38:30 Pavel Mikoyan – Luke Bradshaw and the Pavel Mikoyan Survivors Group
7. 39:45 – 42:18 The Consecration of the Boy Bishop – Gordon Stranger
8. 50:42 – 52:15 Spitstone Bakery: Mysterious Eats (advert) – Gill Finlayson + Amy Shaw
9. 52:16 – 52:22 Radio Free Hookland ident – Amy Shaw + Dale Whinham
10. 52:27 – 56:44 Widdershins – Hawthonn
11. 1:00:03 – 1:02:34 The News – Chris Wood (words) Amy Shaw (music)
12. 1:02:47 – 1:02:59 Mojo’s Graveyard Shift ident – Amy Shaw + Dale Whinham
13. 1:09:49 – 1:17:27 “Seen anything strange lately?” with Cunning Sid Rosehip Ian “Cat” Vincent + The Ephemeral Man
14. 1:20:22 – 1:21:11 Hookland Building and Renovations (advert) Chris Wood
15. 1:21:12 – 1:22:59 Spitstone Bakery: Gift Vouchers (advert) – Gill Finlayson + Amy Shaw
16. 1:23:06 – 1:33:17 There’s Angels – Kay Orchison
17. 1:38:56 – 1:39:28 Hookland County Police, Wiretapping Records, Starfall Common 15th December 1980 – Marco Visconti
18. 1:39:29 – 1:42:48 Hookland Children’s Radio RJ Barker + The Ephemeral Man
19. 1:42:49 – 1:42:54 Hookland Free Radio ident Amy Shaw + Dale Whinham
20. 1:45:14 – 1:45:17 Oh Mojo ident Amy Shaw + Dale Whinham
21. 1:48:15 – 1:50:37 Spitstone Bakery: Purple Haze (advert) Gill Finlayson + Amy Shaw
22. 1:56:18 – 2:00:23 Country Song (for David) – William Wright
23. 2:00:24 – 2:01:45 Radio Fade – Sardonicus + The Ephemeral Man
Conceived and concocted by The Ephemeral Man
Sister Christina by Julianne Regan
The piece, ‘Sister Christina’, was composed and authored in the cold, small hours of December 16th 2018, as a tribute to Hookland’s David Southwell. My hope is that it embodies something of the spirit of the place, and naturally, that Mr Southwell might take some pleasure in this. It is best listened to on headphones, for that new-fangled stereo effect that is, apparently, ‘all the rage’.
Let me tell you of a place
Where Edwardian souls take solace in uncertainty
Let me guide you, clammy-handed, to the 24-hour library
A late night meander under mist-dimmed moon and humming streetlights
Then through the carless car-park
Where the three headless horses of Hookland
Stand staring at nothing, most certainly something
Manes lifted and teased by zephyrous breezes
Now enter the brutalist porch
Go from hall to chamber to gallery
While the scent of antiquity, subtle and slow,
Seeps from the heavy velvet of sun-faded curtains
Let the dust on the jackets of ancient books
Inspire asthmatic episodes lungs will worship
Let’s find papery moth wings flat between yellowing pages
Alongside bus ticket bookmarks
The number 3 to Gallowscroft, the 5 across to Corvid Green
The last journeys taken by Sister Christina.
She was found in the fiction section
Her blood-smeared left hand clutching Kafka
In spirit, she resides in this place, a diurnal presence.
She blooms in the early evening, and fades at dawn
The seance revealed that she feeds ghost breadcrumbs to the library’s tail-less mice – those reminders of nuclear folly that hasten over parquet floors, in blind chemiluminescence.
© Julianne Regan, 2018
Pavel Mikoyan –
Luke Bradshaw and the Pavel Mikoyan Survivors Group
According to the Hookland Zodiac, 2019 is the year of the Moon. Traditionally this signals a year-long heightening of the psychic senses throughout the County, which brings about physical or psychological transformation. This heightening of the psychic senses usually manifests its self in a number of ways, but it’s generally seen as a period of reflection on the past, of communicating with the ancestors, which gives foresight and a clearer vision of how to approach the future.
It may be thought of as a coincidence that the first children to succumb to the “Pavel Mikoyan is screaming on the Moon” outbreak of May 1969 were all 10 year olds who were born in the previous Year of the Moon in 1959, but this is Hookland. There are no coincidences.
The children affected across the county have a special bond with the Moon, they have all been susceptible to visions or dreams of the lunar surface and have at times been taken over by its emanations. Even as adults they continue to live under the mental shadow of a distressed Russian they believe to be its only ever permanent resident. They still gather frequently to compare notes on any strange dreams or visions they might have had, with some groups working to reconnect with the psychic lunar form of the ‘lost’ Russian Cosmonaut Pavel Mikoyan.
With the oncoming year of the Moon also the 50th anniversary of the Pavel Mikoyan outbreak, there is expected to be a larger than normal focus on the events of 1969, with events and commemorations planned by the survivor groups to raise awareness of the outbreak to try to finally get some answers.
(Year 6, St Ellen of the Ways Primary, Great Tarling, 1969)
The Consecration of the Boy Bishop – Gordon Stranger
While the boundaries between the establishment and the counter culture were somewhat blurred in Hookland around the time of Null’s modest popularity, it was no little surprise when Gordon Stranger was appointed composer laureate to the bishopric of Weychester. His lack of productivity meant his time in the post was short, and much of the material he did produce is characteristically lost, but this piece was discovered on a cassette amongst the Stranger family Christmas decorations and we are grateful to Gordons son, Gary, for sharing it.
Widdershins – Hawthonn
Produced & performed by Layla & Phil Legard – Spectral hurdy-gurdy by Rory Scammell Mastered by Gregg Janman (Hermetech Mastering)
“Everything is a time machine.”
We’ve wanted to record something based on the story ‘Widdershins’ by our friend Julie Travis for some time. The tale, criss-crossing temporal and metaphysical realms, begins with the observation of a girl – the elderly narrator’s younger self – walking widdershins around a rural church, and opening the way for the Bosch-like hurdy-gurdy-playing demon Madame Gargoyle, who is described as “proof of the wrongness of the area where the church stood”. The Hooklandish resonances in Julie’s tale are many, and so we took
ourselves to our own ancient church, walking widdershins around it, and recording our own plaintive time-machine dirge. One route to the church takes walkers along the path of the old corpse road, which scythes through a field now owned by property developers and hemmed in by mesh security fences on each side, keeping unruly spirits – both living and dead – to the path. The sound of these fences being rattled and agitated in protest as part of an impromptu ritual conducted while walking the corpse road concludes each of the three sections of the music.
Hookland County Police, Wiretapping Records,Starfall Common 15th December 1980 – Marco Visconti
Here is a rare record of a police wiretapping at Starfall Common, 15 December 1980. Only a short fragment survived, and the quality is, as you can imagine from the time period, quite abysmal. It does give however a little glimpse on what the Pylon People (in this case, two very young recruits of the cult in fact) thought about the Hum. A certain “Dee-Dee” is mentioned, likely the cult leader.
Sidney Aaron Rosehip (1930 – 2016)
– Ian “Cat” Vincent
Regarded by some as the last deep woods cunning-man of the ancient Rosehip line, Sid was a sardonic and irascible figure, often seen on the roads and in the pubs around Marshwood and Hook, occasionally but briefly on Ashcourt docks in the company of his ne’er-do-well brother Alfred (a dockhand, enthusiastic participant of the Free Trade and father of ‘Cunning Jack’ Rosehip, current member of the Walking Nine).
Something of an athlete in his youth (a champion Hodger – the almost-lost Hookland fighting-stick martial art – at several May Fair tourneys), Sid went to the woods in the early Fifties, but could, as all cunning can, be found just when you needed him the most. It was via reporter Jerry Bishop’s friendship with the family of Sid’s sister-in-law, Diana Stranger Rosehip, that the recording herein was arranged.
Rumours of Sid’s long standing but discreet love affair with a Hook fisherman, tragically taken by the King-Under-The-Sea a decade following the ’72 broadcast, were widely known but never mentioned to his face. It is known that he was rarely seen in public from then on.
Sid’s death in 2016 was mourned by few; however, the rumoured desecration of his grave and the alleged disappearance of his bones – followed by whispers of a terrible battle between Cunning Jack and an unnamed member of the Chumbley clan over Sid’s remains, of which Jack was the sole survivor – have become another chapter in the ongoing history of the Rosehip cunning clan.
Roll Call (in order of appearance)
Chris Wood : Twitter
Dale Whinham : Twitter
Luke Bradshaw and the Pavel Mikoyan Survivors Group : Twitter
Gill Finlayson : Twitter
Kay Orchison : Twitter
If any of the contributors would like anything added to these liner notes,
please contact Leigh at firstname.lastname@example.org
Wyrd Daze : Four
Temple ov Saturn
an audio visual project by
Wyrd Daze : Four
includes two unreleased tracks
+ a live recording from
Temple ov Saturn
1: La Mer
2: Venus Cathedral
3: Stellar Collision (live)
Buddleia on the Threshold
an essay about urban magic by Fortean journalist, ‘cunning man’
and former professional combat magician
Ian ‘Cat’ Vincent
A horror short story
and a triptych audio collage
Samhain Séance Seven:
A Very Dark Place
The Ephemeral Man